0925 Chapter 18: The rise and fall of the intervening years
In the cabin, which was entirely wrapped in metal and had no portholes, Prime Minister Zuo suddenly woke up from his bunk hanging on the bulkhead.
As old as he was, he didn't sit up in panic. His age would not allow him to make such an exaggerated move if he didn't want to have a cerebral infarction or a stroke.
So he just opened his eyes quietly, then turned his head slightly and looked around.
After that, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a slight sigh that sounded like he was dissatisfied with his situation, he sat up.
This man is old. He can't sleep as soon as he wakes up.
The Prime Minister's eyes fell on the electronic timer fixed on the table of the small desk. It was fourteen fourteen in the morning.
Then he got up, changed into his official uniform very unfamiliarly, and pushed out the door.
When did this damn place end? There wasn't even a dressing maid... Resenting Huo Xin's methods in his heart, he walked straight to the office hall along the already familiar metal corridor.
No one sets working hours for these powerful people. As long as they follow their own habits and issue orders through the Luliang's black-tech communication system that cannot be eavesdropped or intercepted, they can control the overall situation of the empire from the safety of the seabed.
The latest news from any land will be gathered here and displayed in the office hall. This is why the Prime Minister ran there since he couldn't sleep.
Otherwise, there are many places for him to go. Library, gym, salon, table tennis cabin... Who knows how big this submarine is.
Walking to the entrance of the office hall, and just about to push the door open, the Prime Minister heard footsteps behind him and turned around.
"Hey! Mr. Zuo Xiang! You got up so early too," it was Zong Zheng, a member of the first rank, who quickly caught up: "Let me tell you, I actually get enough sleep every day, but I just had a nightmare.
But it scared me to death. Then I woke up and couldn’t sleep again..."
"What did you dream about?" Zuo Xiang tensed up and asked quickly.
Zong Zheng didn't notice anything unusual, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This dream is unlucky, so it's better not to talk about it..."
"Say." The left prime minister's voice was a bit insistent.
Zong Zheng glanced at Zuo Xiang strangely and curled his lips. It was just a nightmare. We are not the top supermen who can affect the real world even in our dreams, so why bother about it?
However, thinking this way mentally, I still answered the left prime minister's question honestly: "I dreamed that Luliang sank..."
There was a thud, and the left prime minister showed a horrified expression.
It was the same dream that woke him up just now...
He did not choose to discuss this issue with Zong Zheng, as it was obvious that the other party would only treat it as a joke and sneer at it. Even if he persisted, he would definitely be regarded as having other intentions. After fighting in officialdom for a lifetime, they both knew each other's thoughts very well.
"Go in first and see if there is any information." Zuo Xiang calmed down and said in a deep voice.
Anyway, if something goes wrong with the submarine, instructions should be given here... If Huo Xin? That guy still has some conscience.
Prime Minister Zuo pushed open the door and almost had a heart attack from the scene in front of him.
There are lines everywhere in their desk area.
Black, red, and translucent. They stand straight in the air, with both ends extending to the bulkhead, the deck under your feet or the upper deck above your head. They have no end points, but seem to go straight through and are said to be able to withstand
A thick deck with water pressure of four to five thousand meters under the sea.
It's like...something that doesn't belong to this dimension.
However, as a mortal, even if the Prime Minister wanted to have a more detailed understanding of the Superman world, he would be affected by "unrecognized irrational phenomena" and find it difficult to delve into it deeply. Therefore, although the scene in front of him was strange, it did not make him too affected.
Big shock.
What really scared him were some of his colleagues in the room.
The Grand Sima, the Grand Tutor, King Fuqi, the Prefect of Yongzhou, and two minor officials whose names he could not name were obviously below the fifth rank. The six of them all turned to look at him, each with a shocked look on his face.
, pale and pale under the illumination of the office desk light from below...
I don't know if it is a frightened living person or a immobilized dead body.
Then the King of Negatives didn't say a word, but pointed a finger at a monitor on his desk.
Prime Minister Zuo looked suspiciously at the King of Negatives, whose expression was obviously not right. He took a few steps forward, looked closer, and took another breath of cold air.
Sure enough, news came. The Great Elf Court raided the Xinyan Building as scheduled, and the Xinyan Building had been abandoned. It was announced to the outside world
The teams under the descendants of the Eight-armed Commander Long actively resisted in the Xinyan Building. In fact, they laid a dragnet in the sky and waited for the Yunshang Immortal Mansion to come to surrender.
"This is good news," Zong Zheng's head poked out from behind the left prime minister's shoulder: "When the Yunshang rebels are wiped out and the situation is not yet stable, Prince Zang will no longer have any reason to detain us here. To ourselves.
As far as I'm concerned, we can go back to our respective homes with peace of mind."
As for the matter of being coerced into fighting against the princess before, the two sides would naturally come clean. Since King Zang's faction won in the end, they would have to hang on and get along, and no one would point it out to ask for trouble.
Prince Zang's palace had used such excessive means against their own people. After the situation stabilized, they would naturally pay some price to compensate them and appease them. After all, they also needed their continued support to manage the empire.
Zuo Xiang glanced at the expression of King Fuxi and realized that they must have thought of him together. He turned around and said seriously to Zong Zheng: "Not necessarily. If you think about it carefully, who has been tasked with conquering Yunshang's rebellious party?
To be responsible?"
"Lord Hu Weichang is personally responsible." Zong Zheng replied subconsciously.
The Prime Minister Zuo nodded with a serious look on his face: "So, why is the Eight-Wrist team leading this time? Why are they only leading the regiments of the Dragon's Descendants? And Huo Xin? Why does he think that Yunshang Immortal Mansion dares to leave their iron-walled lair?
, went to the Heavenly Palace to cause trouble?"
"Probably because Mr. Hu Weichang has other important matters..." Zong Zheng replied directly. Usually this person is not so impatient, but he has been suppressed in this submarine for a long time, and his emotions are a little out of control.
However, only at this point did he realize the problem. In today's world, what could be bigger than Yunshang's rebellious party's attack on the Tiangong? If so, then the Grand Elf Court's attack on the Xinyan Building would probably be the only one. However,
Xinyan Building was abandoned...
So, what on earth are Hu Weichang, their strongest fighting force, and the Descendants of the Dragon he led doing at this time? And how could Yunshang Immortal Mansion, which has been closely watched by the Descendants of the Dragon, be attacked by Huo Xin?
Heavenly Palace?
Here, they don't have any intelligence channels of their own. What can they know, but it's all Huo Xin? The final say...
In an instant, Zong Zheng realized the reason why the faces of the ministers present were ashen, and instantly became the same color as each of them.